Morning Symphony
The weather has finally turned warm enough for me to open the windows at night. All over the garden the roses are blooming. The grass is a lush green. The dogwood tree has shed its delicate ivory petals, carpeting the ground so delicately.
The garden is at its most beautiful. At the side of the house, the old rose bush, which is at least sixty years old, is beginning to display its small pale roses. Each year, I look forward to them blooming because they are so beautiful and their scent is so heady.
In the darkest hours of the night, as I lay asleep in my bed, a gentle breeze swayed the curtains to and fro. The nightbird sang its heart out to the golden orb that hovered between the heavens above and the tree where it perched. Mesmerized by the dazzling moon, its tune entered my sleep. I felt my lips curl up in pleasure, slowly floating out of a dream-filled sleep. My eyelids fluttered as I listened to his haunting song. It seemed as if, except for the lone nightbird, the earth lay in deep slumber, and I imagined myself at one with the universe. As the nightbird ended its song, I lay awake curled in bed, basking in a feeling of well-being.
Langorously, I rose from my bed, feeling overwhelmed by a sense of oneness that usually dawned in the early morning before the sun rose. Wrapped in my dressing gown, I slowly made my way downstairs. Taking my mug of tea, I sat at one of the two park benches by the back door. Sipping my tea, I deeply breathed in the heady scent of the honeysuckles creeping over the fence. Contemplating my world, the birds began to awaken, with turtle doves cooing loving greetings and others joyously chirping, signaling the start of a new day. As birdsong built to a crescendo, the sun rose, banishing the moon and filling the sky with light. Morning had broken, an eternal cycle of renewal that transcends time.
Closing my eyes, I raised my face to the sky, transforming it from a sleepy countenance into one beaming with a happy smile. What a beautiful morning, what a beautiful world! Reflecting on the earth entrusted to us as a precious trust, I knew we must love and cherish it, just as past generations had done for us.
The world around me awoke, the sounds of women chatting on a morning walk and dogs barking in excitement as their owners greeted each other. Placing my mug on the little table, I leaned back, soaking in the symphony of morning. It was time to begin my day.